Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June Days. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.